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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jun 28, 2009 20:33:23 GMT -5
Having just exited off the main highway, three vehicles stopped at the red light, looking down from a hill as the sun set in the horizon. Right in front of them, was their destination.... After an extremely fast and risky ride, several times having to outrun highway patrol while driving at a reckless speed on the highway, they had finally arrived. From the spot on the hill, they were just able to see some of the bay where there final destination lay hidden among buildings and fences. That is where their weekend would begin. What is in store for them one cannot know, but they are about to find out for themselves as the light turned green.
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Post by Ember on Jun 28, 2009 20:51:52 GMT -5
Surging forward, Aideen kept low on her Ninja , her right hand keeping control of the throttle as they rode down the hill smoothly. She weaved in between cars expertly and quickly, making sure they could see she was moving on the left since their turn was coming up. Despite the need to get away from the school, she was actually a bit nervous about being back to her hometown after so long. She didn't let it show that she was nervous, but ever since they stopped to fill up on gas, she couldn't stop thinking about it.
Seeing Stones after a couple of years of completely avoiding him would be odd. She could handle him just fine, but she didn't want to deal with his crew now that she was no longer 'with' Stones. There was also a chance that Aideen might run into her Uncle, and that was something she wanted to avoid above everything else. The racing scene most likely would be crazy as usual, but that was something she looked forward to more than anything else. Seeing some of her old acquaintances would be interesting as well, just how interesting she didn't know, but she'd find out soon enough.
Aideen turned left and looked back to make sure the others were following her. She smirked at them and then turned her head to surge forward on the clear road. At this point they'd be weaving in and out of side streets till they got to the coastline that would take them straight to the warehouse. Police here were easy enough to outrun, and after the stuff they pulled on the highway, they seemed to have made a routine out of it.
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HeartString
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Tracy Goddard
Trust me, I know what hurts you, I know what you're feeling
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Post by HeartString on Jun 28, 2009 21:22:21 GMT -5
The trip up and away from the confines of the little world they all shared and called home had been quite an event. Tracy was not unaccustomed to high speed chases and daring acts that took people beyond their comfort zones. It was amazing to her every time she would experience it, the feeling of someone stretching beyond themselves, of doing more that they ever anticipated doing. It was even more fulfilling when it was her doing it as opposed to just sensing it in another and that was what was going on now.
At the last gas stop she had sensed a twinge from Aideen, but as was her custom, she said nothing to the firebender. Tracy was dealing with her own set of boundaries. She was always one to tread the straight and narrow and found herself out here with her man breaking the law and truth be told ..loving every minute of it. She had even felt so wild and free that she backed up what she'd offered before they left.
It wasn't until the next stop that they'd caught up with the two motorcycles. Mason must have been enjoying things too much to rush, or maybe the action was just enough distraction that his foot eased off the gas. She didn't care, she didn't want to know, she was happy to have given him such pleasures as the feelings she read in him pleasured her in return. She was a lucky girl, to know how much she meant to her guy and feel his need for her, his desire and his pain when she was away...she was lucky indeed.
Coming into the city limits brought with it for her not just the sights and sounds of the metropolitan area, but also the vast arrays of emotions that she could feel all around her. It had taken her many years to be able to block them all out, and yet be aware enough to still feel alive and in touch with reality. For a time she had tried so hard to block everything out that she had gone cold as a stone in the bottom of a stream. Thankfully she'd realized that was not her best defense from her own power and learned to balance her ability with the rest of her senses...turn the volume down, for lack of a better terminology.
"Wow, Mason...would you look at the place...not the upper east side, huh? But it'll be pretty nice to see where Aideen grew up...hope we get there soon, I gotta pee." she blushed a little, but it was the truth. They'd been on the road the whole afternoon and she wished she could have gone in that truck-stop, but it was out of order. She wondered how Ember's bladder was, at least she was in a car, poor Aideen was riding a motorcycle.
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Ironclad
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Mason Rictus
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Post by Ironclad on Jun 28, 2009 22:02:35 GMT -5
Mason reached his hand over and squeezed Tracy's thigh. "Hold it in doll, we got about ten minutes before we get there," he said as the car sped up to keep up with the two high speed motorcycles. He had a radar detector installed in his dashboard so he would know if there were any police radar nearby. The closest one was at least 3 miles down, so he was good. His hard eyes were on the road, taking in his surroundings as he sped through the streets, his engine roaring loudly, almost sounding like a melody with the two loud motorcycles by him.
The ride there had been a blast, though started out weirdly. It took him a good half hour to get over his shock and disbelief at what was really going on with one of his best girls. He was half pissed off at himself for not figuring it out sooner. Now that he got a chance to watch Aideen and Logan again after finding out, he was even more pissed that he didn't figure it out sooner. His girl did a good job of taking his mind of things and really getting him to enjoy the ride. He hadn't had a ride like that ever, or rather one that good. He didn't even care that he could only have a quick lunch since by the time they got to the diner, Aideen and Logan were halfway done with their meals. A ride like that was more than worth it.
As they turned into another one of the side streets, the run down buildings becoming more run down than ever with little gangs of kids walking together, Mason couldn't help but be reminded a little of his own hometown in Detroit. It was one thing that he promised himself to never expose Tracy to the life he had there. He knew she wasn't stupid and was well aware of what he'd seen and lived with his whole life, but that was done and over with. Right now he had a new life and though his future was uncertain, he knew that no matter what Tracy would be in it. In truth, she was probably the only girl who could put up with him. He wasn't an emotional guy, sucked at expressing them. He could be overbearing at times or be too caught up in other stuff enough for most girls to get fed up and leave it. Tracy though, she got him. She knew how he felt about her even though he never said it or really expressed it. She knew that because he was doing other stuff, it wasn't because he meant to neglect her or avoid her, and most of all she understood that first and foremost when it comes to the team he was the Captain of the Corsairs, and he had to act like that. No one but his girl could get it as well as she did, and he loved her for it.
"Just stick to me when we get there Trace. Guys are as much leech like as the girls, and with you dressed like that I'm gonna have to try and not shoot a guy for looking at you," Mason said with a slight smirk as he made a tight turn, slowing down when they got into the range of the radar. Once they passed, he sped up again to catch up with the other two as they turned onto the coastline.
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Post by Wolverine on Jun 28, 2009 23:53:38 GMT -5
Letting the others roll out ahead as they reached a stop sign in the middle of a spot of darkness the bright light of Christmas morning probably couldn't even dust away, Wolverine took a sniff of the air. Sumthin don't smell right, and I ain't meanin that rotten pile a trash over there. Where's Angel Eyes takin us? ...I knew the kid came from a rough neighborhood, but this is gettin ridiculous. Seeing Aideen's head looking behind for him he stomped down on the gear lever to drop it into first and throttled up his bike. He had decided on his vintage Indian for this run. Comfort and style, he didn't plan on racing but if he had to it was primed for it bored out to an 1800 and loaded for bear with a nitrous hookup he knew he wouldn't have a struggle in any race. It was built to win if it had to, and blow itself apart in the process, but he would get up afterward like he always did and collect his winnings. If he raced, he wouldn't do it for peanuts. No if he raced it would be for a purpose, life and death hanging in the balance. He was here for a vacation and he hoped it wasn't going to be like the one he took with Havok down Mexico way....but that was a story saved for later. Best saved for cheap wine and malt liquor drank standing next to a burning barrel.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jun 29, 2009 0:29:02 GMT -5
As the three vehicles pulled up to what to what looked like an old abandoned scrap metal factory in the center of a bad neighborhood that was fenced in by high barb wired fences. As they got closer though, they see several men sitting on in front of the gate. All stood up as the two motorcycles and the Camero approached the gate. The same guy, a dangerous face familiar to only one member of the group that arrived smiled dangerously, patting his jacket pocket. "Cause ya know, those who get lost in these parts rarely ever find their way out," he said in a thick Irish brogue as he looked at the Kawasaki Ninja. He knew that bike, or at least it was a spark of familiarity to him. That wasn't enough to make him to make him falter, especially when Crevan McNolty was a fella who took his job and position very, very seriously. "Would ya look at this Seamus? There be a pretty wee lass in the car o'er there too. And judgin' from the tight lookin' body on this one we got ourselves some entertainment for the night," Crevan leered, his eyes moving down to the gold chain thong the girl on the Ninja wore. "What say we take care o' these blokes an' jus' have some good ol' fashioned fun ey lassie?" He said looking down at the girl and trying to get a look at a possible pretty face. Meanwhile Seamus, the large black man that leaned against the fence had his eyes trained on the pretty blonde in the Camero, the look on his face one of ravenous hunger as he watched the petite blonde.
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Post by Ember on Jun 29, 2009 0:44:54 GMT -5
With a roll of her eyes, Aideen straightened up and pulled off her helmet, her long thick hair tumbling out of the helmet and on her shoulders as she looked at the men at the gate. "I'm gone for a couple of years and you forget me already Crevan? I'm hurt, truly," she mocked them with a bored look in her eyes. She knew how to handle these guys, and they knew very well what she was capable of, all too well if anyone asked.
Her eyes slid to the long scar on the side of Seamus' neck, his own reminder of what happens when you touch someone who doesn't want to be touched. "I told Stones I was coming in tonight, and I got all access so I'm not expecting any objections. These guys, including the girl," she said with a warning look at Crevan and Seamus. "They're with me. Now let us in so you can go back to watching the place like good dogs." Aideen leaned forward on her bike looking right at Crevan. "Or are we going to have a problem? Cause that would be truly unfortunate," she said in a calm voice.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jun 29, 2009 0:56:54 GMT -5
The look of shock lasted only a minute on Crevan's face before his face fell into a smirk. "I thought I recognized yer bike. Aideen me lass, tis so nice ta hear yer sexy bitchy voice again after three bloody years without it," he said just as sarcastically, looking at the girl they all privately called the Stone's Cold hot little bitch.
Seamus had a murderous glare on his face as he looked at the exotic girl on the Ninja, mocking them as if nothing had changed in the three years she had disappeared. They had a history, or rather a history of Seamus wanting something that wasn't his for the taking. It was because of that little bitch that he was stuck out here guarding the gate and going on errands to pay off cops instead of sitting in Stones' private lounge and enjoying every pleasure a man can get. If she had just taken it like she was supposed to all would have been good. Since then there was some bad blood between them, and a long awaited score to settle.
Crevan took one more look at the petite blonde and then looked back at Aideen. "I suppose I oughta let ya in then ey lass? Stones' be waitin' for his hot little right hand bitch." With a wave of Crevan's hand, the gate opened for them to come inside. "Three years an' ya still think yer too good for us eh lass? Ya enjoy yerself there, ya got some new faces ta meet an' I be bettin they want ta meet Boston's wee Queen Racer eh?" were Crevan's final words to her as he leered at her while she went inside the area. News of her arrival would be interesting to many many people, of that Crevan McNolty was sure.
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Post by Ember on Jun 29, 2009 1:30:07 GMT -5
"Good dogs, I'll let Stones know he ought to throw you all a bone once in awhile for being such good pets," Aideen said as her red lips moved to a mocking smile. She put the helmet on the back of her bike, strapping it in before she rode through the gate and down the path to the garage. The two guards carrying semi-automatics were different from the ones she remembered, but nonetheless, they did nothing but watch them as they rode down to the garage. Once they rode down one level, loud Reggaeton music was heard blasting, lessening some of the nerves Aideen felt at the familiarity of the place.
When they turned the corner, they came into a large open area that was brightly lit. Cars and bikes were everywhere and it was already filled with a ton of people. A DJ was in a booth high up above the cars playing music for the dancing crowd. Aideen used her had to motion to the others to follow her as they weaved through the crowd slowly before they got to a large bare spot that had a rope surrounding it. She took the latch off and let the rope loose and to the side so the others could get in and park their vehicles. It was her old parking area, and just like Stones promised on the phone it was reserved for her like always. It was big enough to easily fit two cars, or one car and two motorcycles.
Aideen parked her Ninja and turned to look at the crowd, Reggaetion music blasting and a pack of girls and some guys dancing all over the place. In other areas she saw guys leaning over their cars and working on them, or talking and trading for parts. "Welcome to Boston," she said loudly to be heard over the music as Mason and Tracy got out of the car. The nerves came back a bit and she looked around cautiously after swing her leg over her seat and standing up, not letting it show but not letting her guard down for a second.
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HeartString
Corsairs
Tracy Goddard
Trust me, I know what hurts you, I know what you're feeling
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Post by HeartString on Jun 29, 2009 1:40:34 GMT -5
"Uh...Wow, I, love it?" Tracy said with a weak grin on her face, that turned genuine as the joke set in. "No really, it's wild. It's very..." she fluttered her hands as if wafting the aromas to herself "..what's the word? Post-apocalyptic?" she smiled at the burn.
Glancing back at Mason to gage his response she knew she better settle down and be cool, this was no place to look like she didn't belong. With her read on him setting in she followed where his eyes fell trying to feel what he felt as he looked around the area. "Hey I hate to ask this..." she felt Mason tense up as he was guessing what it could possibly be she was about to ask.
"..Buuut... I haveta go, do you? Where's there a bathroom around here?" Feeling Logan's emotional check in on that one she grimaced. "What? I have to go, Logan." She said it almost softly, but knew he would hear her. Hell he was all the way over there and he heard me ask where the bathroom is, I know he can hear me.
Taking a moment to look around herself and gather some emotional intel she checked those that were looking their way first. After the crew that let them in this lot seemed almost friendly, but there was an underlying air of caution, a misplaced respect of a sort...not truly respect but more a guarded fear. It was similar to what she'd been feeling from Aideen, but without the lacy edge of nostalgia. "The night is just gettin started huh...feels like there are some scores to be settled out here." she said giving her best guess on what she was reading from the crowd.
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Ironclad
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Mason Rictus
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Post by Ironclad on Jun 29, 2009 2:12:07 GMT -5
Getting out of the car, Mason was far from happy at that last encounter, having to stop himself from pulling out a gun and that punk ass black guy that was looking at his girl way too much for his liking. He forced himself to stay calm and smirk how Aideen seemed to have a rope around all of their necks and pulled it anyway she wanted. This scene though, this was more like it. He loved these kind of places, feeling right at home here with these people. Placing the keys to his car in his pocket after he closed the door to his car and shut it, Mason looked around at the people who's attention they caught, watching them cautiously. A couple of them recognized Aideen, that much was obvious, but he didn't get the feeling that they had anything to worry about. If they did, he knew Tracy would be the first to tell them.
"Aideen where's the bathroom in this joint?" he asked and looked in the direction she pointed to until spotting it right under the DJ Booth. "Alright let's go Trace, I'm goin' with you. Wait for us Fox? I wanna go meet that Stones guy so I can race." Mason waited for confirmation from his second in command before grabbing Tracy's hand and leading her to the bathroom. He knew that with Logan there, he wouldn't worry about Aideen killing someone.
They weaved through the crowd of people toward the bathroom, Mason having to shrug off the girls that tried to touch him and glaring at any guy he caught giving his girl the eye. Just as they arrived at the bathroom, someone left it and Mason grabbed the door, looking inside to make sure it was clear. His heightened eyesight searched the corners for any camera or anything that could compromise his girl's safety, all while holding her hand. "Alright doll all clear. Go do your business, I'll be outside waiting for you," he said holding the door open for her and then closing it behind her. Mason waiting on the side of the door, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and making sure no one would bother his girl. If they did, his gun was never out of reach.
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Post by Wolverine on Jun 29, 2009 22:24:12 GMT -5
Taking his time to park up his ride Logan made sure to turn off the gas flow and set his kickstand ever so that his bike would rest peacefully. Shaking his head at Tracy and her little bladder issue he laughed inwardly at her, forgetting if only for the moment that she would read his emotions. It had been a great ride and who could blame him for anything he felt. He didn't apologize for his feelings, ever. Seeing her and those gorgeous eyes.. the eyes of an angel.. and meeting her stare with his own, he smirked.
He walked up, as the two Corsairs hustled off, to his girl standing there in the middle of this place that was so much a part of her and yet so far removed from her. Reaching a hand up into her hair he brought her mouth to his. Tasting her lips, the feel of her tongue on his own. He would never apologize for this.... "Nice place ya brought us Angel Eyes. I can already smell the money, covered in sweat and blood. Are you sure these two are ready for this big a slice of the darkness?"
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Post by Ember on Jun 29, 2009 23:19:29 GMT -5
A soft smirk came on her face, her body relaxing again with him close. "I suppose we'll find out, they both have a clear idea of what they're getting themselves into," Aideen said softly her hands moving up his arms to his shoulders. One look from him was enough to soften her guard and not feel like she'd have to grab her knives at any second. She had as much allies as she had enemies in this place and they weren't exactly an easy crowd. In an area that was ran by the Irish with a diverse amount of people attending, just about any regular had at least one enemy. Aideen had been the exceptions to many rules, something that many people did not agree with. This place was the center of South Boston. Everything ran through here: the races, the fights, the drugs, the booze... etc. It was all a business and a very profitable one at that.
There was indeed a lot of sweat and blood mixed in with the money in this place, and it wasn't just from the racing. Aideen reached behind her and grabbed her keys, pocketing them before glancing over Logan's shoulders at the crowd. She recognized many faces and she knew they remembered her by the looks of shock and curiosity on their faces. From what Stones told her on the phone, he hadn't given her spot to anyone else, staying true to his word when he told her that she would always have a place with them.
Aideen wasn't stupid, she knew that one never truly left these groups, but as she stood in her old spot where she stood so many times before, it wasn't the same feeling as before. She didn't feel as much as she belonged, if anything she felt better than this. Still though, there was a slight feeling of comfort in being back to a scene she knew. She knew the area, the people, and how to handle anything she may encounter here. That alone brought her an odd feeling of comfort. Aideen leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lips. "You gonna be alright with getting into all this? It might not be the relaxing weekend you were looking for," she said quietly, her voice lost in the blaring music to all but his as their foreheads touched.
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HeartString
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Tracy Goddard
Trust me, I know what hurts you, I know what you're feeling
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Post by HeartString on Jun 30, 2009 1:43:52 GMT -5
The too yellow light of the bathroom was just enough to protect her from the harshness of the reality of the place. Had it been a brighter light she wouldn't have taken two steps into the den of diarrhea and graffiti. Letting her eyes adjust as she got to it she could see the carved and scribbled on walls of the inside of the stall.
"Wow, and I thought i wouldn't find any culture out here. Who knew?" she said giggling at her own joke. Then however as she reached for the toilet paper she realized the joke was on her as there was none. In a bit of a panic she reached up into the dispenser trying to find a second roll or some scrap of leftover tp. "Damn" she opened her little clutch purse and pulled out the half used up pack of tissues. "Oh well, don't know why I was saving these." Finishing up she used her foot to flush and turned to leave the stall and wash up.
Pushing open the door she smiled at Mason. "Ahh, better. What'd I miss?" she asked as they headed off through the crowd back to their friends. The looks from the people they passed and the emotions she was picking up on were a mix of lust and hatred. Jealousy and envy. She didn't have a fear over Mason even though she caught him looking at some of the ladies.
Who could blame him there were some pretty people here. She hoped he didn't mind her looking too as the shirts were off a lot of the men as they worked on their cars. Pretty wasn't all that there was as the scene was rife with ugly folk too. Mean looking and tattooed. Women with scars on their faces and men with bald heads and beards, sporting leather vests and bodies built on beer and burgers.
All the scenery mixed with all the emotion was a bit of a blur and Tracy walking backward for the tiniest of steps bumped into someone. "Hey watchit Blondy!" the man's voice said and then a woman's voice came "Bitch! Spilled that shit on me", agitated enraged emotions fueled them both. Turning she saw a flurry of hair and arms heading her way.
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Ironclad
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Mason Rictus
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Post by Ironclad on Jun 30, 2009 3:33:20 GMT -5
His gun was out quicker than possible, pointing right in the face of the two ugly mugs. "Back off. Now," he said sliding the safety off and keeping it pointed at them as they stopped in their tracks. Mason kept the gun pointed right at them as he brought Tracy close to his side next to him. A girl somewhere screamed and people backed off to give them room. The music was still blaring and most of the people were still doing their business, but the ones close by stopped what they were doing to watch.
The woman would have been good looking if her face wasn't caked in make up. She was a little too skinny too, and had an ugly snarl on her face as beer dripped down her shirt. The man was ugly as his girl was hot. Half his face had a nasty scar going down the side of it and his whole head was covered in tattoos as well as his arms. Neither looked very happy.
Mason had a full magazine in his glock, and he was ready to use it. "You got two choices, you walk, or you learn what lead tastes like," he said calmly looking at the couple with hard eyes, letting them know he wasn't screwing around. He'd be damned if they laid one finger on his girl, and he'd love to see them try.
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